I was walking up a very steep hill this morning in Torres Vedras, on my way to a sketching meetup when a car stops next to me and the driver asks me if I was going to the meetup and if I wanted a ride.
We didn’t know each other, but she saw me walking uphill with my foldable stool on my shoulder, which is a big tell. Of course, some urban sketchers enjoy drawing standing up, sometimes leaning on a wall, but most of us carry a foldable stool or a foldable chair so we can draw more comfortably.
And really, how common is it for non sketchers to walk on the street with a foldable stool on their shoulder?
Slowly recovering from COVID side effects. It did help that I had a week holiday last week, which culminated in a national urban sketching gathering in Figueira da Foz.
When I read the program, I was stoked. We were going to sketch rice fields and salt evaporation beds. Really outside the box, I thought. But 4 hours at the salt beds? What were we going to do for 4 hours?
Turns out, I could have stayed the whole day there. There is an interpretation center that shows all the process of the salt production, our guide was very enthusiastic, we gathered edible plants that grow in salty lands (salicornia and sea purslane).
And of course, I couldn’t leave without a kilogram of salt and a smaller bag of salt flower.
I’ve always enjoyed comics and graphic novels and have always wanted to try making one but I never signed up for a course mainly because you have to write a story and I always panic when I am asked to make up one.
But this year I finally had the courage to register for a course, and I am enjoying every bit of it, except when there are writing exercises of course.
And I try very hard not to compare myself with my classmates who given any prompt immediately write amazing stories.
Keep telling myself imagination is like a muscle, you have to exercise it…
Tomorrow morning our playback theatre group will perform outside on the theme of the environment. The municipal council is doing a series of performances and activities on that theme. We applied during the first lockdown and our project was one of the most voted.
And we had to wait almost 2 years because of the successive lockdowns.
We have been rehearsing every Sunday morning and sure, we are prepared, but performing in the open presents special challenges.
But I guess the day I will stop having stage fright is the day I quit being an actor, because that would mean I stopped caring.
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